Queenstown: Not Your Usual Adrenaline Junkies Tale

After chowing down on our last bowl of museli behind the van, and using up our instant coffee, we hopped in and drove from Twenty Five Mile Stream to Queenstown for our last full day in New Zealand.

We went to Fergburger for an early lunch, joining the end of a very long line at just 10:50am. 20 minutes later, we sat down to eat our Tropical Swine burgers, fighting away the birds as they pecked at our crumbs.

I’d suggest you grab a few extra napkins to wipe the sauce off your forehead.

Sorry for the shit quality photo, I’m not a foodstagrammer.

We were treated with mighty-fine weather on our last full day in New Zealand. The sun was shining bright, with a 20 degree balmy temperature.

For our final night, we chose to cough up the cash and pay $65NZD for a spot to park the van at Creekyside Queenstown Holiday Park. That way we could both enjoy a shower before hopping on the plane, and we could easily walk back to the van after a night out on the town.

That evening we met up with old mates from high school for a few drinks. Across from the Ballarat Hotel, there’s a roof top bar where we sipped on white wine sangria, beers, and chin-wagged our adventures away.

Later that night we went to Below Zero, an ice bar set at -11 degrees celcius, we’re you’ll be given jackets, gloves and boots – if needed for those of you that wear thongs everywhere.

Fa-fa-fa-fareezing. And smashing shot glasses. Literally.

The next morning we woke up with heavy heads and weary eyes, cleared out our rubbish, and headed straight for Britz to return the van, and catch our flights home to Sydney.